I am a voice crying in the wilderness. I am here and I am shouting into the void.

“A voice crying in the wilderness,” in the language of the church, signifies a futile appeal, an expression of despair with no hope of a response. Who would cry out in the wilderness? I, on the contrary, know that today many people live in a wilderness: loneliness, meaninglessness, emptiness, and a thirst for life that overflows with meaning, fullness, emotions, energy, and a result that will remain even when you have finished your journey—in a word, life in abundance.
Many great figures were in such a wilderness before they began their great service. Remember Moses, Elijah, John the Baptist, Jesus of Nazareth. I am not a great one, but I too have been in such a wilderness. I know firsthand what it’s like to search day after day for a sip of life, just as a wanderer searches for a sip of water, for shade and rest. But I also know that only by passing through the wilderness can one begin something great.
I decorated my own wilderness with various backdrops, filled it with noise: parties, entertainment, experiences, discussions on profoud topics, traveling, friends, career—noise that would distract me from the thought of emptiness. But Continue reading “I am a voice crying in the wilderness”
